The night was silent as always and only the sound was the the rustle of your steps. You were a young girl and after the late night walk you were heading to your father's castle where the ball was held. Your heart was racing and your breath was heavy. You felt like someone is watching you... Your hand was a bit bleeding from the little scratch left by an branches but you wipe it with your handkerchief.

And finally! The lights of the castle were just at your sight but as you crossed the forest border your little white handkerchief soaked with a drop of blood fell out of his pocket onto the wet grass...

As you disappeared behind the gates a tall man in white elegant costume and wite mask on his eyes stepped out of behind the tree. He kneeses on the ground and gently lifts your lost handkerchief. He takes a long deep sniff of it like a wolf.

Du riechst so gut...

He whispers. Then he fixes the mask on his eyes and heads to the ball to find you...